Trinity

Three interlocking stories

As Chronicled by the Physician

A few days have passed:

The Physician:
Nigel is currently going through his morning routine of making his bed, eating breakfast, and doing some research. Today it is of the finding out more on the bad ass robber variety. He is currently looking for more information on what she is, if she’s a water elemental, mage, etc. Her abilities match up with that of an air elemental, much in the way Adisa’s match up with a water elemental. After procuring the summoning ability from a very lenient game master, Nigel goes to get some supplies to try to summon a will o’ the wisp, cause he doesn’t want to destroy the world in the process of his first summoning. This will take several hours to complete.

Adisa:
Our hero is on his way to work at 7am. He is currently assigned to figure out what a specific object is. Floating, about the size of a human torso, looks organic, but is not alive. Our hero is probably going to work 15 hours on this today.

The Paladin:
The name Feles turns up no real name for an angel, but since an angel could potentially be bound by their name, he might not have given out his true name, if indeed he was an angel. Castiel, I’m looking at you. Andre decides to work on projects for the time being.

The Physician:
Nigel finishes summoning the wisp, and is able to cast a spell to communicate with it. Nigel asks if there is any odd elemental activity lately, and the wisp is able to tell him that the Elementals are getting ready for war, which is a first for the races of elementals. War with what is unclear, but they are massing their “troops”, such as they are. This is new and different, so there is no real theory on what their next move is, but because there are so many in this area, BAD things are going to start happening. When asked why they are here, the wisp says it is because of Nigel, which might be just because the wisp cannot communicate this concept properly. However, all elementals are gathering all over the world, but more so in the New York area. He connects with the pipeline with this information, but does not contact The Artist, as it looks like he does magic the way the “bad guys” did. He contacts the Paladin and relays this to him. Paladin asks him if he has heard of Feles. He has heard of the name, and it has a rank in the angelic hierarchy, he doesn’t remember that rank or which side in the war against heaven it was on. He will look into it, and get back with the Paladin. He sets up a meeting to try to summon the air elemental, and also with Paladin’s carpenter friend to install a summoning circle at his house for convenience. He also calls up the Water Elephant to meet him as well for the summoning attempt.

All:
All characters meet and head to the park nearest to the Physician’s office. He sets up shop and…

As chronicled by Water Elephant

The Physician – Dusk

The Physician is examining an unnamed metahuman patient. The meta has third degree burns and TP is applying anesthesia. He is working at his place, which is accorded neutral ground/walk in clinic/antique store named Second Chances (run by April O’Neil). TP can not prescribe drugs, so uses a nome de plume when writing prescriptions.

20 minutes after the burn victim leaves, there is a commotion outside. TP looks outside to investigate.

Across the street there is a quiet argument between two graffiti artists. The argument is heated, but violence has not yet erupted. TP listens in. It’s a quiet night and TP is able to hear everything:

One guy seems to be nervous about the neighborhood he’s in, the other guy is doing the tagging. They seem to be talking about Mutants and Second Chances (the store). At first he tries leaning out the window holding a book so he doesn’t look like he’s listening, then he remembers he’s a mage and casts a spell that make the wind carry the argument to him (this isn’t prophetic or anything) as the universe decides how to fuck TP over.

We really shouldn’t be here
Dude calm down, they’re just rumors
Yeah but every day in and out
Yeah. It’s a shop.
Dude, you’re full of it.
Dude.
Duude.

The street seems deserted except for the graffitiests. TP picks up a phone and calls da pigs. He does not stay on the line.

Paladin – Dusk

P is listening to the Police Scanner. It’s a slow night. No supervillans. Galactus seems to be out of town (or at TP’s clinic, whatever). P is working on a window for St. Patrick’s Cathedral.

The bank is dark and dreary as Andre ponders weak and weary. Doors are locked. Andre listens, but he’s no Dresden. He hears some low mutterings below him (on the roof top). P teleports in, which gives the universe ideas on how to screw P over.

Lots of activity. About five dudes. Three are at the vault trying to hack in with a PDA, another with a pistol, and a manager. No funky stuff, just mundane bank robbers. Honest Injun.

Yeah. Right.

The bank is well lit, so P creates a hale of darts and knocks most of them out. The remaining light was apparently a disco ball in a former life and it’s getting in touch with it’s roots. He then teleports in front of the gunman, grabs him by his shirt and says, “I’m Batman.”

The gunman has Alzheimer’s and pulls his gun and targets where P used to be before he teleported. The other put stones into panic and running around uselessly with their arms in the air screaming their head off (specialty). The gunman reaches for something in his pocket.

Andre casts the level one priest spell: Command and yells halt and uses wankery, I mean Aikido, to throw the gunman into another guy. The manager pulls out his deadly cell phone. Andre piddles himself. “We’ve been made. We need an extraction.”

Andre teleports to the Manager and takes a way, dramatically. He then scores a touchdown and spikes the ball, I mean manager, and does his end zone dance. He then asks, “Who are you?” The music swells to a crescendo. He then chucks a jade dart at your humble note taker’s computer. It misses and hits the hacker’s PDA. Whew. Disgusted with his miss, he then pins the gunman as well.

“Magus.” The robbers disappear and he hears the police. Realizing if he doesn’t hurry up, he will be the rotten egg, P teleports away.

The cel says that a call was made, but not the number of the call. Weeeiiird.

The Paper – Next Day

Some douche bags tripped a silent alarm at a bank after soundlessly tunneling in from across the street. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot. This city needs a better class of criminal.